child abuse girl poem by kandyprower

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Uploaded by on Jun 29, 2009

this is a poem made by kandyprower it's bad since im the only one who made it still i made my own vid for the first time i mae my last vids with the help of relatives,cousins hahha sooooooo

what do you think of the vid......DISCLAIMER:i do not own the vid......

no rude comments please......
THE POEM:
He is there when I come home

He's drinking and smoking and swearing

She is there when I come home

She's crying and sobbing and wheezing

He sees me

She sees me

I watch both of them

She screams at me to leave

Get out of her life

The life I ruined

By being born

He yells at me to stay

So he can beat me

Teach me a lesson

Because I am apparently

"Pathetic"

I begin to scream

He's hurting me again

Someone help me

Please just help

Another kick

Another stab

Another punch

Another jab

I am silent on the outside

I am crying on the inside

I am bleeding on the outside

I am dying on the inside

He's lost interest now

He staggers away

Now it is her turn

But she doesn't use her fists

She burns the cigarette stub into my skin

Makes many burns across my face

Scars me while she shouts

"Pathetic! Worthless!"

She takes a swig of the bottle

And passes out on the tiled floor

I lie there, the tears streaming down

I reach for the phone

And blacken out

When I wake up

Everything is white

Instead of the black

And then I see her

She's standing there

Her eyes are no longer dark

They are full of light

She offers me her hand and whispers

"Come back to me my darling

Wake up my child"

I stare at her

And reject her hand

She stares at me confused

Then the darkness returns

Again I awake

To see a grave

With only one man next to it

The minister

No one came to my rescue

No one came to my departure

He was sent to prison for murder

She died in hospitol

Three wasted lives

Their fault not mine

Atleast I'm free now but

I always have to stare

At the gaping hole in my chest

The bruises on my skin

And the burns on my face

Staring in the broken mirror

At the human I used to be

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Uploader Comments (davidarchuleta619)

  • girl?

  • yes am i girl my name is amber

  • and you've been abused

  • no comment

  • oh sorry

  • i have a hard time telling people that

  • it is really?

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  • @godslittlefreak44 i know how u feel i get abused by my family

  • yes my real age is 13

  • really gosh why do people always do this kind of stuff?

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